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Zoey watched miserably, nose almost pressed against the glass, as the torrential rain trickled down the expanse of their living room windows.
She should have been out at the skate park, Mira and Rumi cheering her on while she zipped up and down the ramps and half pipes, sipping on steaming chai lattes, enjoying the cool autumn breeze-
Instead, she’s stuck inside.
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
And, ok, maybe now she was sulking about it. It’s warranted in her opinion. She has a brand new board she was dying to try out.
With a theatrical sigh she slumped away from the window and picked up her Switch before flopping back on the couch with her legs over the arm. She tried to get invested in her latest replay of Breath of The Wild but her mind was too fixated on what she was missing out on and when she died for the fifth time in ten minutes she dramatically flung herself back onto the couch cushions, limbs flailing with a frankly pathetic whine.
She could hear Mira prepping some vegetables for lunch, the warm scent of ginger and garlic already starting to fill the air. Rumi was sitting with a book, a relaxed smile on her face, apparently perfectly content with the state of things.
Zoey stared at the ceiling and huffed out a breath, half considering asking if they wanted to go down to their gym and do a little sparring just for the fun of it, anything to get rid of this…buzzing just under the surface of her skin.
She sat bolt upright.
Her wandering mind had finally recollected what had arrived in the mail just three days ago.
Maybe a rainy day was just the excuse to break it out.
Holding back the smirk that wanted to spread itself across her face, she crawled along the couch and sat cross legged in front of Rumi and waited to be noticed.
It took some time. Rumi’s eyes didn't even flick in her direction, apparently entranced with the historical romance she had borrowed from Mira.
In fact she began to wonder if Rumi was ignoring her on purpose.
Zoey was just starting to consider whether clambering onto Rumi’s lap would expedite things when Rumi finally lifted her eyes from the page.
“Can I help you with something Zoey?” She asked, a knowing lopsided smile crinkling her eyes.
Zoey rested her cheek on her hand and batted her eyelashes, reaching out with her other hand to draw tiny circles on Rumi’s kneecap with her forefinger.
“You know…that new shibari rope Mira ordered came a few days ago-” Zoey hoped she sounded casual but she knew Rumi could read her like the book in her lap.
“Zoey, I signed for it. I literally put the parcel in your closet.”
Zoey huffed and folded her arms, scowling when Rumi giggled.
“If you want something you only need to ask for it, jagi-” Mira called from across the room where she had apparently been listening to the whole thing unfold from behind the kitchen island.
Zoey could feel a soft pink flush make its way up her neck, and across her cheeks, the heat only growing when Rumi reached out to cup Zoey’s jaw, letting her thumb brush over the fullness of her bottom lip.
They always did this. Always made her tell them exactly what she wanted…even though she often felt like the two of them could read her mind.
Maybe it was because they enjoyed watching her squirm.
She was already struggling to make eye contact, squirming with need and the gentle touch of Rumi’s thumb made her whimper.
“Tell us what you need, Zoey.” Rumi whispered softly.
Zoey took a slow, deep breath and pressed a tender kiss to the pad of Rumi’s thumb.
Rumi let her arm drop so she could take hold of Zoey’s nervously fidgeting hands, and the firmer contact helped Zoey organise her racing thoughts.
“I need…I need to be helpless.”
Mira was suddenly leaning over the couch, a dish cloth draped over her shoulder, one hand lifting Zoey’s chin so their eyes met. Mira’s pupils were blown already but her demeanor was calm. Knowing.
“Is that all?”
Zoey shivered, held in Mira’s intense gaze. Mouth suddenly dry, she licked her lips and forced the words out.
“I want… to hurt for you. To cry for you.”
Rumi let out a low moan and pressed a heated kiss to the inside of Zoey’s wrist.
“I think we can manage that.” Mira dipped her head and kissed Zoey’s cheek, so tenderly it made her heart flutter.
“I’ve got to finish up in here, but I’m sure Rumi can get you settled, right aein?”
Her fingers left Zoey’s chin and combed through Rumi’s hair before she pressed her mouth against her ear.
Zoey could just hear her whisper- “Do you remember the knots we practiced?”
She watched as Rumi nodded, her patterns flaring with her heartbeat, flickering between a soft pink and blue, watched as Mira’s lips brushed affectionately over her temple–“I’ll check before we get started, just do your best, ok?”
Rumi took a steadying breath then stood abruptly, pulling Zoey to her feet and caught her lips in a deep kiss.
“You ready?”
Hell yeah, she was.
Zoey slid her arms around Rumi’s neck and hopped up, wrapping her legs around her waist, giggling when Rumi’s hands automatically grabbed her ass to hold her close.
“Ready!”
The new shibari rope was, quite simply, pretty.
Soft, but strong, and coloured with a gentle blend of blues and greens, like the sea.
Zoey’s choice of course.
Rumi was still relatively new to rope play. Hell, she was new to…any kind of…anything.
Mira was highly skilled and able to entwine Zoey in all manner of harnesses and patterns, making restraints beautiful as well as erotic. It hadn’t taken long for Rumi to ask Mira to teach her a few of the simpler knots.
But this would be the first time Rumi had attempted something on her own.
She wasn’t nervous per say…just eager to impress… OK, maybe she was a little nervous, Mira's warnings about blood flow and tension checks ringing in her ears.
She could just see Zoey, through the gaps in the slats of the closet door, already stripping off her clothes and throwing them over her desk chair, not even bothering to turn them the right way out, humming their latest track to herself, a content smile on her face.
God, Rumi adored every single thing about her. Her impetuousness, the way she snorted when she laughed too hard, the random facts that would spill out of her, her kindness, her eagerness to help anyone and everyone, the freckles that dusted every bit of her skin, the way her hair curled when it was damp, the dimples that formed in the apples of cheeks when she grinned-
“Come ooonnnn Rumi, don’t keep a girl waiting!”
Getting whiny already…
Rumi pulled the wrapping off the loops of rope and peeked her head around the closet door.
“You’re such a brat when you’re horny. Just relax, I’ll get to you in good time.”
Rumi giggled at the stream of whines and grumbles she could hear slipping from Zoey’s mouth while she waited, but she still took her time, carefully unwinding the rope the way Mira had showed her, feeding it into easily manageable loop, marvelling at how soft the hemp was against her skin.
She stepped out of the closet still focused on the coils of rope in her hand-
“Right, lets get...lets...uhm…can you…wow.”
Rumi watched Zoey's eyes crinkle at the corners while evidently watched Rumi’s train of thought float away as she took her in, naked and perched on the edge of the bed.
Rumi couldn’t help herself but sink to her knees and press hot open mouthed kisses to Zoey’s throat and the curve of her breasts, lips just barely teasing over her nipples, the rope and safety shears left forgotten on the bed.
“Don’t get distracted-ah-now, Unnie, You still g-gotta tie me up, remember?” Zoey threw her head back, voice already a little wrecked from the warmth of Rumi’s plush lips brushing across her skin.
“Mmm but your boobs are so soft-” Rumi murmured nuzzling between them taking in the scent that was so uniquely Zoey…apple and cinnamon and something else, something sharp and electric and-
“You can touch them all you want once I’m tied up and your mercy-”
Rumi sighed reluctantly and dragged herself away, reaching for the neatly coiled rope.
“Legs first, baby.”
She carefully settled Zoey onto her knees on the bed and fed the rope around her thigh, using the square knot, Mira had showed her to secure it to her ankle-
“Oooh a frog tie-”
“Mhm-” Rumi said, her tongue pinched between her teeth in concentration, all her focus on getting the tension perfect.
Once she was finished she slipped a finger under the rope, just to be sure.
“How’s that feel?”
Zoey wiggled a little, testing the bond. “It feels snug but not tight. Good job!” She kissed Rumi on the cheek and Rumi felt a little of the tension seep out of her.
“One down, one to go-”
With the other leg bound in the same way she eased Zoey onto her back, admiring the way the rope framed the fullness of her thighs, how it bound her open.
Zoey squirmed under Rumi’s heated gaze, undoubtedly all too aware of how exposed she was, how Rumi could see she was literally dripping with need despite the fact she’d barely been touched.
Rumi couldn’t resist teasing her fingers up Zoey’s inner thighs, smirking when her hips pressed up, trying to get those fingers to drift higher to where she really wanted them.
All in good time. Zoey had always been impatient. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed restraints so much.
“I just…have to lay back and take it, you know?” She’d explained after the third time Rumi had watched Mira tie her to the bed with an elaborate rig of multicoloured ropes. “I don’t have to think, just feel… give all the control to Mira…to you.”
“Not yet, Zoey. Mira’s not here…and I still need to tie your arms.”
Zoey whimpered but complied, rolling onto her side and interlocking her fingers together.
“I don’t think I can do a wrap and cinch double column…ropes not long enough” Rumi said more to herself than Zoey, measuring the last two remaining lengths in her hands.
“Larks head double column?” Mira had finally shown up, leaning against the door frame, her glasses perched on top of her head. She was just in a tank top and shorts, but even dressed in her most casual clothes she always oozed authority, the tension in the room that had already been climbing suddenly peaked just from her presence.
“...maybe?” Rumi tilted her head, still considering.
Mira reached out for the rope, “Do you want me to-?”
Rumi shook her head, “No…I got it.”
She gave Rumi a soft, proud smile that made her blush and slipped onto the bed with cat-like grace and stretched out next to Zoey, gliding her fingers along her hip.
“Hi beautiful.”
“Hi!” Zoey leaned up for a kiss that Mira looked all too glad to give her. Rumi watched as they kissed. Soft, steady, knowing…and for a moment she was aware of how lucky she was to have them, that they had come through all the mess of the previous year, that she was part of them and they were now part of her.
While she could watch the two of them like that forever she had a job to do.
So she slipped the rope around Zoey’s wrists and made herself concentrate.
“Having fun?” She heard Mira whisper against Zoey’s mouth.
“Mhmmm,” replied Zoey lazily and Rumi could tell that the binding of her wrists was helping her slip into the soft, quiet place Zoey said she only really experienced when they tied her up like this.
“My mind gets so loud sometimes… And this… it helps. Helps me shut everything else off…”
“All done.” Rumi pinched Zoey’s fingertips, carefully checking her circulation.
Within seconds Mira pulled herself away from Zoey’s eager mouth and leant over, checking the knots again before giving Rumi a playful thumbs up.
“Perfect.”
Rumi felt her stomach flutter from the praise. A few months ago she would have waved a compliment like that away. Not anymore. It had taken a while but she could now at least accept praise from her girls… most of the time anyway.
Between the two of them, they positioned Zoey on her back again, slipping a pillow under her hips so her lower back was supported.
For a moment they both stood and took her in; the way her hair fanned out over the sheets, how her skin was already flushed pink with arousal, how her chest was heaving just from the anticipation of what was to come...how her nipples were already hard and Rumi could see a shimmer of arousal already glinting between Zoey’s helplessly spread thighs.
“There… now you really are at our mercy-” winked Rumi, grazing her teeth playfully over Zoey’s knee making her squeak and giggle.
“You know …with her wet, pretty cunt on display like this…” Zoey's breath hitched as Mira’s fingers slid through soft, dark curls before gliding down to her labia to spread her open even further.
“It’s just begging...” one finger started circling around Zoey’s swollen clit, not quite touching it, a cruel tease that had Zoey whimpering in seconds-
“...to be spanked.”
A bolt of heat shot down Rumi’s spine forcing her to press her thighs together, her hands clenching into the bed spread.
Holy fuck.
Zoey's eyes went wide and Rumi's saw her hips twitch up imperceptibly.
Mira’s fingers stopped teasing and she cupped Zoey’s cheek with still slick fingers.
“Colour, Zoey?”
“Green, green, green, green, the most green possible.” Zoey panted, eyes wide, trying to arch her back but unable to do anything but squirm, held firmly in place by the hemp that Rumi had bound her with.
“Rumi?”
Rumi was becoming familiar with how pain and pleasure were often two sides of the same coin but this was a place that Zoey and Mira hadn’t taken her before. Still the very idea of… of...holy fucking Honmoon it was so hot…
“Green…but can I just…watch?”
She’d spent a good deal of this exploration with them just watching... learning.
Learning about control, denial, submission, pain, pleasure- And how all of them could combine to take someone to a place of absolute and utter bliss.
Mira smiled and leant forward to kiss her, slow, deep and reassuring.
“Do you want to help get her ready?”
Rumi nodded eagerly, as Mira cupped her cheek, her palm cool against Rumi's heated skin, Mira’s gaze even darker than it was a few minutes ago.
“Use your mouth and get her right to the edge for me…after all… ” Mira pressed kisses down her jaw then looked down at Zoey, flushed and breathless, squirming between them. “...we need her to be as sensitive as possible, don’t we?”
Zoey let out a little squeak of arousal before Rumi all but threw herself between her legs, lapping eagerly at the wetness that coated her inner thighs, moaning as the heady taste of Zoey’s arousal coated her tongue.
Meanwhile, Mira straddled Zoey's stomach grinding down a little against her and used two fingers to spread her open, tugging back to completely expose her clit from its hood.
“I don’t think it’ll take too long Rumi, look how her clit is twitching already.”
Rumi moaned and pressed her tongue against the sensitive tip, letting Zoey grind down against her for a while, loving the way she trembled in frustration as the rope restricted her movement.
“Rumiiii-”
“Hmmmm?” Rumi replied, smiling when the vibrations made Zoey buck.
“You’re such a tease princess, I’ve taught you well-” grinned Mira, fingers gently massaging Zoey’s labia, dragging slick across flushed, swollen skin.
Rumi beamed with pride before finally sucking Zoey’s clit into her mouth.
“Oh my god!”
Zoey’s hips shuddered in place, helpless to the onslaught of pleasure, and (as usual) Mira was right, it wasn’t going to take long. Rumi could feel that Zoey was almost… almost-
Just as she was about to tip over the edge, Mira pushed Rumi’s mouth away, moaning in satisfaction as she watched Zoey’s clit throb with the cruel denial-
Rumi cried out when Mira suddenly gripped the base of her braid and pulled her back, pressing her mouth against Zoey’s still clenching cunt-
“Again.”
And Rumi did as she was bid, this time sliding a single finger inside to press against Zoey’s g-spot, making her cries reach a new pitch-
“Rumi, fuck, that feels so-”
Rumi knew all the tell tale signs, the quivering thighs, the fluttering muscles around her finger, the way Zoey’s clit twitched rapidly against her tongue, so she pulled her mouth away once more seconds before Zoey would have tipped over the edge, smiling softly as Zoey whimpered when she oh-so-slowly teased her tongue around her finger where Zoey was squeezing her like a vice-
“That’s enough I think…don’t you agree Rumi?”
Mira dragged her mouth away, moaning as she caught sight of the string of Zoey's arousal trailing off Rumi’s chin. Rumi looked up and took in Zoey’s writhing form, flushed and desperate, met her gaze as she peered around where Mira’s torso was blocking her view, hooded eyes locked on Rumi’s face-
Rumi held the eye contact for a few seconds, loving the wild desperation already evident there.
“Mhm...I think so.” She pressed a final tender kiss to Zoey’s clit and sat back, wiping her chin with the bottom of her shirt. Settling on the end of the bed she leaned back on one arm and slid a hand down her pants, ready to watch the show.
She was already soaked.
Mira’s full attention was now on Zoey.
“You ready, aegiya?” She spread her labia again, blew a cool stream of air against her, just to make her twitch and laughed; low and softly cruel.
Zoey sobbed.
“Yes…Please, Mira, Please, I need it-”
All at once Mira’s hand came down sharply, directly between Zoey’s thighs- right where she was wet and swollen and desperate and Zoey let out a high pitched little squeal that Rumi had never heard before.
Rumi watched as Mira’s hand slick with Zoey’s arousal struck again, angling in such a way that her fingers snapped against the swollen bud of Zoey’s clit-
“Fuck!”
Zoey’s thighs twitched helplessly against the ties but there was nowhere to go. She truly was helpless.
Rumi’s own fingers that had been pressing lazy circles stilled, completely mesmerized by the scene unfolding in front of her. At Mira's steady control, at Zoey's panting desperation, at the flush that had appeared on Zoey’s labia from the sharp impact of Mira’s palm, at the wetness now dripping onto the sheets beneath her-
Mira’s fingers soothed momentarily, stroking up and down.
“Ready for more?” Mira’s hips were still slowly grinding down, pressing against Zoey’s stomach, clearly trying to relieve the building ache between her own thighs.
“Pleasepleaseplease-”
This time Mira didn’t pause between swats, landing three sharp slaps up and down Zoey’s soaking wet cunt, Zoey trembling, almost sobbing with each swat.
Then Mira turned her attention to Zoey’s clit, already visibly swollen, peeking from its hood.
Rumi held her breath as she spread Zoey deftly with two fingers and began to tap harshly with the pads of her fingers over the exposed tip, over and over and over-
Zoey squealed…and then started babbling, hips rocking against her bonds, thighs trembling with the strain of wanting to escape the sensation and yet clearly desperate for more-
“Mira, I’m close, so fucking close, need more, I need, I-I need, I-” Zoey’s head tossed back and forth, Mira’s fingers steady and relentless, taking her higher and higher and-
From where she was sitting, Rumi could see that tears had begun to fill Zoey’s eyes and spill down her cheeks and for some reason it sent a bolt of heat between her legs.
Zoey. Broken, and crying. For Mira. For them.
Mira paused, hand ready to strike and smirked.
“Is she crying already?”
Slipping off Zoey’s stomach she knelt beside her, holding her head up so Rumi could fully see how wrecked Zoey was.
“She’s so fucking pretty when she cries, isn’t she Rumi?” she asked with a smug, knowing smile, like she knew exactly what was going on in Rumi's head.
And with that she leant in and slowly licked away a tear that was trickling down Zoey’s cheek.
“Are you still having fun, baby?” Mira crooned softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of Zoey’s trembling lips.
Zoey managed to break into a watery smile. “Uh huh- keep going, please–”
Mira kissed her cheek with such tenderness it made Rumi’s heart ache and then helped Zoey lay back, carefully adjusting the pillow under her hips. “With pleasure.”
She settled once more, astride Zoey’s stomach, spreading her open again, surveying her handiwork, fingers tracing softly up and down, until Zoey was whining and pleading “please please please please-” Under her breath
“Rumi…fetch me the ruler on Zoey’s desk-” Mira’s voice was casual but the lowest Rumi had ever heard it.
Zoey whimpered.
Rumi threw herself off the bed, eager to comply and grabbed the light blue ruler, adorned with patterns of sea coral that Zoey had bought the first time they went to the aquarium together, just after they won their first idol award.
She handed it to Mira, mouth completely dry- Licking her lips, managed to rasp-“Can she…can she handle that?”
Mira nodded, smirking, trailing the edge of it up and down Zoey’s cunt making her flinch and squirm.
“Mhm…Our Zoey is quite the little pain slut. Aren’t you gongjunim? ”
Zoey let out a low, broken moan.
“Colour, Zoey?”
“Green…Mira, please...please...n-need it-”
Mira’s fingers pressed against Zoey’s clit, making her shudder from sensitivity, already agonizingly close to the edge-
Mira stopped, caught Rumi's gaze…and smiled.
“Now watch.”
So Rumi did.
She watched as Mira used her fingers to work Zoey up again, dragging her almost all the way to the edge, until she was whining and bucking and sobbing and pleading-
She watched as Mira lifted the ruler, angling it carefully, she watched as Mira looked up and met her gaze, making eye contact with her, holding the tension-
She watched as the ruler fell.
Once.
Zoey sobbed, hips bucking and writhing, trying to twist away and yet, still pressing up, searching for-
Twice
Zoey’s toes were curling, her back arched, Rumi could see her cunt fluttering helplessly around nothing-
The last stroke fell and Zoey shattered.
She bucked so hard, she almost dislodged Mira from her perch, a broken howl escaping her lips as she squirted all over the sheets.
Throwing the ruler aside Mira ducked her head and sucked Zoey’s clit into her mouth, pinning her hips in place with both hands.
And Zoey came again.
The intensity of it stole her voice, wrapped her body in a rictus of pleasure.
Eventually she went limp, moaning softly, still twitching from the aftershocks of the monumental orgasms that had just raced through her.
Rumi and Mira moved quickly, working together to release knots, massage the indentations in her limbs and arrange her carefully on Mira’s lap, Zoey letting out a little whimper of pain as her thighs came together.
“Can you grab the powerade and the damp washcloth I’ve left in the fridge?” Mira asked softly, fingers brushing back Zoey’s sweaty bangs from her face.
Rumi hurried off without question and returned in less than a minute. She handed the wash cloth to Mira, and then cupped Zoey’s cheek, smiling when she cracked an eye open.
“Hey there pretty girl, have a sip of this for me?”
Zoey drank obediently before letting her head fall back against Mira’s chest, hissing and whimpering when Mira pressed the chilled washcloth between her legs.
“Easy, easy, we've got you.” Soothed Mira, her lips pressed against Zoey’s forehead. “Breathe nice and slow. In through your nose and out your mouth, baby.” Zoey complied, shivering a little but she eventually fell still, fingers squeezing Rumi’s tight. “That’s my good girl.” Mira crooned, gaze soft and warm, fixed on Zoey’s face.
They stayed like that for a while, Mira and Rumi trailing their fingers over Zoey’s back and arms, stroking her hair, whispering how beautiful Zoey is, how well she did, how proud they are of her, how much they love her-
It was only a matter of minutes before Zoey fell asleep, cradled in Mira’s arms, her fingers laced with Rumi’s, soothed by the rain still drumming against the bedroom window.